I'm sorry, Marta. We don't have good news.
Please, tell me everything.
You have "mucoviscibosis."
Damn!
Mucoviscidosis.
Yes, well, you have that.
How long do I have left to live?
More or less three minutes. That's when the cartoons start.
In that case, before I leave you,
I want to tell you a secret.
So, I have to tell you that…
It will remain unsolved.
-Tell us! -Tell us!
You know those stories people tell
about how caterpillars end up turning into butterflies?
Well, in the end, I remained a caterpillar.
-How long have I got? -What the fuck?
There's much more dignity in being rejected by a hot guy.
A dinner! And if we don't click, I swear I'll leave you in peace.
-Deal. -I've got a date with Arturo Selva!
But we will do it?
Yes, we will do it.
Am I the ugliest girl you've ever gone out with?
Now there's only one option left. A transplant.
I'M SORRY
I could go at the best part of my life.
Hi, everyone. It's been a year.
Twelve months which,
I don't know about you, seemed endless to me.
Maybe because really they were all the same.
I can't even make a list because it would be too short.
But let's give it a go.
Turin is still the same,
wonderful and unchanging.
Jacopo and Federica are still the same guardian angels.
The muco is still lurking, waiting for a nice transplant
that will come sooner or later. I can feel it.
Basically, you get it.
Everything's the damned same.
Actually, no, there is something different.
Well, I don't really know how to tell you this.
Okay. Are you sitting down?
Unfortunately, things with Arturo didn't work out.
But don't feel sorry for me because,
well, I left him.
I swear!
It's just that we were really different.
I think I did him a favor, really,
because, guys, let's be honest,
opposites attract,
but in the end, they break up.
Oh, how rude of me, sorry.
The mayonnaise-and-ketchup-flavored guy is Gabriele.
I met him about three months ago.
He's 27.
He graduated with honors in painting and set design
from the Albertina Academy of Fine Arts.
For now, he's doing a few odd jobs while waiting for his big break.
I think this is yours.
Thank you. I'm sorry.
You're welcome. May I?
No, please!
What beautiful drawings.
You're gonna think, "Super creepy."
But I thought,
"Super romantic!"
Gabriele was funny.
Gabriele was sweet.
Gabriele was very determined.
Good morning.
Hey.
Got it. You already regret this. Okay, I'll head off.
What regret? Get back to bed now.
I guess by now you've realized that I really like you.
Don't say that!
-No? -No!
You have to pretend you aren't interested to maintain control,
then you express some generic interest, or maybe you don't,
just to test the waters,
only going all in at the end.
I didn't know.
Damn, that's so much work.
Oh well, it's too late now.
So, as I was saying,
I really like you.
What's wrong?
Are you sure you aren't worried about my illness?
No. Obviously, it does worry me.
But it definitely won't be the muco that stops me.
Okay, now can you tell me what's really up?
It's just that I recently got out of--
An important relationship.
That's what worries me more than the muco.
-You still like him. -No.
It's not that. I broke up with him.
What kind of guy was he?
This is him.
Wow.
You dumped this guy? Sure!
-Moron. -Come on!
The fact you sleep with his photo above your bed
says a lot about us.
I didn't take the photo down as almost my whole life is on this wall.
-And Arturo was part of-- -Arturo?
What a shitty name.
Listen.
In my personal experience,
it can take time to get rid of certain ghosts,
so maybe it's best if we break up now before we get hurt.
Okay?
Deal.
Goodbye, Gabriele.
Goodbye, Marta.
Okay,
so consistency wasn't our forte.
We spent a lot of time together.
After a month, I'd already become his muse.
I don't know how,
but for the first time,
everything was working perfectly.
Stay still!
Fancy the cinema tonight?
Sure, why not?
My choice or yours?
Hey.
-Hey! -Huh?
-Everything okay? -Yeah.
It's just that I thought I'd seen Arturo.
This is his parents' favorite restaurant.
Is it good?
I have no idea.
We left before the appetizers arrived.
I took him to eat frozen pizza at the store.
Then we started playing the questions game.
The what?
It's just a silly game.
We had five questions each and could only lie once.
Okay. Here you go.
Call him and ask him to take you back.
How many times do I have to tell you I dumped him?
Why doesn't anyone believe me?
Seriously.
Look at me.
You don't have any reason to worry about anyone.
Do you know why?
Here we go again!
Yes, here I go again, darling.
You don't have any reason to worry about anyone
because you love making lists, just like me,
because you're extremely messed up,
but you solve everything with a smile.
And, damn, it's the most beautiful smile that's ever been created.
And you also
kiss like a god!
Has Picasso left?
Guys, you didn't like the last guy. You don't like this guy.
Could you perhaps be jealous?
You're wrong, dear. I'm not jealous. If anything, I envy you.
I haven't been laid in months.
There's a new app. It's called Drool.
How classy!
Are we at least going out tonight? I've got a good feeling.
-I can't. I have poker with the countess. -Nor I. I'm going out with Gabriele.
Speaking of Gabriele,
We can see you're happy together, and we're happy for you,
but maybe it's a bit too soon.
No, don't listen to her.
He's your rebound guy.
Enjoy yourself. Life's short.
Okay, I'm a dick.
Dear customers,
the supermarket will close in a few minutes.
We kindly ask you to head to the registers to complete your purchase.
Thank you for choosing us.
Have a good evening and a fantastic weekend.
Shit, you're early.
Death and damnation.
Okay. What are we celebrating?
We aren't celebrating anything.
I just wanted to spend the evening with a beautiful girl.
But they were all busy, so here we are.
Idiot!
I love this place.
Well, I'm sure it loves you too.
You're so sappy tonight.
What's up with you?
What's up with me…
is that I've never met anyone like you.
Because you're intelligent,
funny,
generous…
Haven't you forgotten something?
You're beautiful.
So beautiful that I would draw you again a thousand times over.
Okay, now I'm getting diabetes on top of the muco!
So? What do you have to tell me?
Gabriele De Marchi,
one of the things I like about you
is that you're so wonderfully transparent.
So much so that one of Federica's poker games wouldn't last five minutes.
Come on.
Tell Marta.
Okay…
I've been offered a job.
What? Pour me some wine, quickly!
Hang on.
I turned it down.
Why? Shitty job.
No, not at all. Great, actually.
Assistant set designer for a TV show.
But it would mean ten months in Paris, which is really far away.
But the good news is that they chose me, right?
For the first time, they chose me, not someone else.
That gave me a real boost.
What's wrong?
What are you doing?
Call them back now
and tell them you made a mistake.
No. Come on. Why?
Tell them you have a very understanding girlfriend,
who certainly isn't scared of being in a long-distance relationship.
That she's trusting them with her boyfriend
for ten very long months.
On the proviso
that they send him back as happy as he is now.
I know.
I'm amazing.
Are you sure?
I've never been surer.
And ten months will fly by.
What are you doing?
I say "foldo."
"Foldo," damn it!
We're here to play, aren't we?
Come on, Mauro! She's just a girl.
A girl, my ass.
Flush.
Quad queens.
-No! -All right, then.
Come on!
Please excuse me. It's getting late.
The little girl has to go to sleep.
Thank you very much. This is for you.
Thank you.
Do you need a lift?
Thanks for the thought,
but with what I've won tonight, I can afford a helicopter.
True, you played well.
It's just luck.
No such thing as luck, even in cards.
You count the cards.
-I don't know what you're talking about. -I watched you.
You kept your bets low all evening.
And then, when you'd gathered enough data on us, our habits,
and our reactions, then you acted.
You knew I was going for a flush.
And you bluffed by asking to check,
even though you had the game in the bag with a quad.
You have a mathematical mind.
It's rare.
So? What do you want to do?
Expose me to the countess?
No!
I want to offer you a job.
DROOL INSTALLING
Okay.
Profile picture.
Okay.
CHOOSE YOUR USERNAME
Okay, photo done. Now I need an intriguing nickname.
Something mysterious, but not repelling.
Reassuring, but sexy.
Got it.
Great!
Now let's raise hell.
YOU HAVE A NEW MESSAGE
-Hey, Jacopo. -Hey.
Listen.
-I have to tell you something. -Okay, but I need a plug.
The app you recommended is amazing!
However, I've decided to take a scientific approach,
as if I were looking for the right candidate for a job.
Just think, tomorrow alone I might have
13 interviews.
Great. It's just that something happened to me, and--
Guys, today's been memorable.
For me too!
I have great news.
Me too!
I have something to tell you too.
All right, so let's all tell our news together.
-Go for it! -One, two, three…
-I'll get engaged! -I've found a job!
Gabriele is moving to France.
For ten months.
And now?
So now nothing. We'll have a long-distance relationship.
Like lots of other couples.
What are you thinking?
That you got dumped by this one too.
I dumped Arturo!
I did, okay?
And we aren't breaking up.
He didn't even want to leave.
I'm the one who
convinced him.
You convinced him?
Yes.
And how did he take it?
Good. How was he supposed to take it?
We've only been together for three months.
Let's consider it a test.
It's going to be really interesting to see how it turns out.
Oh well. Shall we celebrate?
I don't think there's anything to celebrate.
BON VOYAGE, GABRI
Hey. Hi! I didn't see you.
Keep that up.
-Funny. You know that-- -Hold on a sec.
Marta!
-Hey… -Aren't you going to introduce me?
-Sure! Gabriele, this is-- -Vittorio.
Arturo's best friend.
Who is about to arrive, by the way.
You don't mind, do you?
Come on, I'm joking! Really?
Look who's here!
It's BlueBekka!
Yes, it's her. It's BlueBekka!
Beautiful!
FROM TURIN, BUT THE WORLD IS MY HOME ROMANTIC STATUS: FOREVER SINGLE
LOVES: ONLY HERSELF HATES: 120 CHARACTERS IS NOT ENOUGH
-You're stunning! -That's BlueBekka!
Look!
Hey, cuz.
Guys, lower your cell phones.
Yes, I know. This is the amazing BlueBekka,
but she's not working tonight.
Tonight she's just my cousin Rebecca.
So don't ask her for photos, posts, and whatnot. Okay?
Let's have fun!
Also because they would be 5,000 euros each.
Hello! Look at me!
Hey!
Hello!
This is Gabriele, my boyfriend.
-Hi, nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you. Gabriele.
-I'm going to get a drink. -Go on.
Explain to me why we got rid of Arturo, but we kept his lame friends?
I don't know either.
Sorry, you scared me to death.
I know. I have that effect sometimes.
Hi, I'm Giacomo.
Hello.
Fuck, look at the line to get a drink. I'd do anything for a mojito.
Here.
Oh. Thank you.
You said you'd do anything.
-Within limits. -What limits? Let's talk about it.
YOU HAVE A NEW MESSAGE
Do you have everything?
Almost everything.
How can you be so cute? Damn!
Sorry, just cute? I don't get it.
Okay, so let's see if I get to be amazing with this.
FOR MARTA
My God, an open ticket.
How did you do it? It must've cost a ton--
I'll be waiting for you in Paris.
Okay.
Eighty-six messages?
I didn't even have that much to read in high school!
Oh my God. Who died?
It's my first day at work.
And I'm already late.
Thank you.
Wish me luck.
Good luck!
Okay, I'm going back to sleep.
Oh my God! What's wrong?
What happened?
Tell me nothing happened last night!
Nothing happened last night.
Because, technically, it happened this morning.
No. You're talking bullshit.
Fuck.
Now I remember.
The mojito.
Which turned into a lot of mojitos.
And I had this really bad stiff neck that was killing me,
and you told me,
"I'm very good at giving massages."
No!
It really happened.
I am ruined forever.
Come on, don't cry. It was great.
For you!
If you want, I won't tell anyone.
Would you really do that?
Sure.
Who'd believe me anyway?
True!
Who would believe you anyway?
I'm saved. All right.
Turn around.
I said, turn around.
Okay.
I'm going to feel very lonely, you know?
Sure!
With all those cockteases with snub noses, a baguette under their arms.
You'll have to come mark your territory, then.
But I trust you blindly.
Tell me we're doing the right thing.
We are doing the right thing.
Tell me you'll miss me so much.
I'll miss you so much.
Tell me you love me.
Come on, I'm kidding!
My God!
Breathe!
The flight to Paris Charles de Gaulle…
That's my flight.
Then bon voyage, monsieur.
Make sure you don't come back with the typical Eiffel Tower snow globe.
Got it!
Bye.
One…
two…
three…
four…
five…
six…
Six. Not bad.
I've been looking for an ethical hacker for a while now.
A what?
An ethical hacker,
someone trusted who's able to test computer security systems
by implementing attacks and intrusions.
Basically, you're looking for a criminal. Should I be offended?
No! I'd say you should be flattered.
The role of the ethical hacker will soon become crucial
for any company,
and anyone who can do the job well will have a guaranteed career.
I'm betting on you.
'Cause I count cards at an oldies' poker game?
Let's be honest. I don't have a degree. I don't think I'm qualified for this job.
As far as I'm concerned, a degree is worthless
if it doesn't have someone smart and astute like you behind it.
If things go as I expect
and, at the end of your internship, I win this bet,
it will be a victory for everyone, right?
Over there.
Yes.
So this is your workstation. That's Silvia and Cristina.
Girls, this is Federica. She'll be working with us from now on.
If you need anything, I'm in the office next to Delfina's.
-Have a good day at work. -Thank you.
-Who's Delfina? -Start by reading this.
Excuse me.
-Do you know the password? -No.
Thanks. So kind of you.
Let's try "password."
If I really was a hacker, we'd already be fucked.
Coffee?
That'd be great.
-Hey! Hi. -Can you hear me?
How are you?
No, I can't hear you.
-Can you see me? -No, hang on a sec. I'll move over.
No--
I think I'm the one with a bad connection.
Try now.
Hello?
Speak.
No, I--
Damn it!
My God, you sound like The Exorcist.
Try now.
Nothing. Dead.
No, nothing I can do.
The house is lovely, but there's no connection.
I'll see what I can do to get Wi-Fi tomorrow.
I already miss you so much.
I really miss you too.
Let me know as soon as you sort the Wi-Fi. I'm preparing a surprise for you.
Well? How did your first day go?
Here you go.
No.
Come on!
What do you think about the shipments that…
No.
-Did you do the shopping? -No.
Okay, then we'll order something.
What was the name of that new place that does soup?
It's called Sop Me Up.
-Order for three. -Okay.
Okay. Done!
Where's Jacopo?
Dunno.
Has he gone out?
Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him for at least 24 hours.
Did you stay here all day?
Okay, you arms, me legs?
I'm Jacopo. I'm 20, and I spend 16 hours a day on Drool.
Hello, Jacopo.
I've chatted with 379 guys in two days.
It's a full-time job, I swear.
I don't sleep anymore, I don't eat anymore,
and I don't wash anymore.
Because if I get distracted, I might miss the notification that will change my life.
No! Enough!
Maybe it's time you started to meet people.
Trust a girl who had a hard time giving up the keyboard.
But I've actually already met some of them, in person.
But now I get confused with names, faces, and stories.
It's nice to meet in person.
Even though I really liked chatting with you.
I must confess that
I've never opened up to anyone like I did with you.
Our chats have left an impression on me too, Marco.
Who's Marco?
Look, let me tell you,
your photo doesn't do you justice.
You look younger than you are.
I thought you were 35, tops.
I'll be 26 in July.
You know, Jacopo, after our discussion,
I thought you didn't want to meet in person.
Come on. I couldn't wait.
Good.
So you changed your mind about S&M on ketamine?
Check!
I need to slow down.
No, you just need a secretary.
And since Gabriele isn't here, I have some time.
No, thanks.
I'm done with men.
I'll go.
Here are your soups.
Sorry for the delay.
Everything's there, right?
Yes! Nothing's missing.
In that case, enjoy your meal.
And… thank you for choosing Sop Me Up.
Thank you.
Bye!
Yeah! We needed something to warm us up.
Tell me about it.
So, Marta, everything all right?
Yes, my cough got worse, and I had a bit of a fever, but I'm fine now.
How so?
I have no idea.
Oh, yes.
I ran out of mucolytics. I skipped them for a day.
Okay, four and a half days. But everything's back to normal now.
It's just that with Gabriele leaving, I lost track of things.
I don't know how to tell you anymore.
You can't let your guard down. Ever.
Anyway,
I have some news to give you that's about me for once, not you.
I'm retiring on Monday.
But you can't.
I'm sorry, didn't you think about me?
Little Marta, we've been through so much together, huh?
But now I feel the need to rest a little.
I'm getting older and…
At least stay until I die. It won't be long, right?
Actually, I hope it will.
Anyway, to show you that I did think about you,
I'll leave you in Dr. Caponi's capable hands.
Nice to meet you, Marta.
Dr. Caponi already knows all about you.
He will follow your progress on the waiting list for the transplant.
You'll see, you'll be fine.
Doctor.
Retirement is very boring.
You'll end up feeding pigeons,
looking at construction sites,
doing crossword puzzles.
Think about it.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Goodbye.
-What do you know? Maybe he's even better. -He's definitely hotter.
Have you seen him? He's, like, 15. He can't even grow a beard.
Where did he graduate? Disneyland?
Don't worry.
I've seen your medical records, and considering your behavior,
I won't be necessary for long.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to be rude.
It's just that I grew fond of the other doctor, and--
No, Marta.
I'm not your friend, and I never will be.
If you want comforting, see a priest.
Here we work to extend people's lives. How foolish of us!
We expect them to help us.
Anyway, I don't know how long you have left to live, but
I suggest you don't waste it looking for a brilliant response.
Look, given your track record,
before you bad-mouth someone, take a look around.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
These aren't for me?
Of course they're for you.
Listen, I thought I had been very clear with you, okay?
What happened happened.
It was even quite pleasant, but enough!
Tell me the truth.
Are you ashamed of me?
Yes!
I'm ashamed of you.
-What beautiful roses. -Yes! You never give me give me flowers.
I was right.
You are the hundredth girl to turn me down,
but the first to tell me how things really are.
I mean it!
By telling me the truth, you're showing me immense respect.
I was right.
You are special.
Giacomo?
Three rules.
Number one, in public, you and I don't know each other.
Number two, no photos, no hashtags, no posts.
You can't afford them anyway.
Number three, I dump you when I want, and you leave without drama. Okay?
I'm in.
And those three rules
apply to you too.
It's a deal, you stallion.
-Good evening. -No, thank you.
Oh, mister. Excuse me.
I take this one?
Yes.
-How much? -Five euros, please.
-Thank you very much. -Thank you.
HERE I HAVE FULL BARS. I'M READY FOR THE SURPRISE.
HEADPHONES ON, VOLUME UP
Hey. Hi.
I can't see a thing if you don't turn on the light.
Coming for a beer, Gabriele?
Yes?
Coming for a beer?
Yes, one minute.
Well, this is Marta, my girlfriend.
-Bonjour… -Ciao!
So are you coming?
Yes, I'm coming.
-Okay. We'll wait for you outside. -Thanks.
Thanks for the surprise.
It was
a real surprise.
Listen, do you mind if we talk later? I'm going to go for a beer with them.
All right. I also have to tell you about the new doctor.
Right! How did it go?
I'll just tell you we nicknamed him the Shit. Enough said.
Okay. All right.
We'll talk later.
Bye.
Wasted effort.
How did the tête-à-tête go?
It became a tête-à-everyone.
I'm hungry.
Stop!
I'll go.
Well, I can't go like this.
Look who's here! Come in.
Yes. May I?
It's good you liked the soups.
They don't have the same effect on everyone.
You don't know the effect your soup has on us.
Do you work every day?
No, only Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
Oh. Good.
At least you have time to rest, to play sports,
to go out with your girlfriend…
What girlfriend?
I just moved here to Turin. I'm all alone.
Come on, hurry up.
The soup. It's getting cold.
Yes! The soup…
Enjoy your meal, then.
-Bye. -Bye.
Bye.
Okay.
I'm coming out.
Again?
I love the guy from Sop Me Up.
We had a hunch.
-Which team does he bat for? -What do I know?
You're lucky, my dear.
You have a professional stalker in front of you.
Come on.
Tell us everything we know about him. Write!
Okay, so
his name is Tommy, which I think is short for Tommaso.
He works only three days a week,
he's new to Turin, and he's so handsome.
He's handsome, write.
Look.
Even your cousin's in a relationship.
-With who? -I don't know.
She didn't even tell me this time.
He must be a footballer, millionaire, hunk for sure.
Get that look straight off your face.
I don't know what you're referring to.
To that.
Where did you learn all those moves?
Movies, books, comics.
Especially movies.
I'm exhausted. Can you get me some water?
Don't worry, I thought of everything.
What time is it?
Eleven o'clock.
Fuck, I had to tag the new Nikes!
Hey…
I'll tag you now.
Look, we have to work on those lame jokes.
They're just awful.
Okay.
Good morning, girls.
-Sugar? -Yes, please.
Okay, I get it.
Come in.
Bye.
-Do you have a minute? -Sure, of course.
I was on the phone to Delfina.
Sadly, she can't come to the convention at the end of the month.
Too bad. I wanted to introduce her to you. Please.
Thank you.
So tell me everything.
I'll give you a hand.
Silvia and Cristina are behaving like bitches.
I haven't come to ask you to defend me. Trust me, I can do that myself.
I came to talk to you because--
You want to know why they've been behaving like that from the start.
It's nothing personal, believe me.
As proof of this, there is the fact that, before you, there was Marinella,
then Michela, then Irene,
all of whom lasted a month before hotfooting it out of here.
Sorry, if you know about the problem, why don't you fire them?
Because the company needs them.
At least until we find someone as good as them,
if not even better.
If you catch my drift?
Perfectly.
Do you understand?
They're marking their territory. With me?
Poor things don't know who they're up against.
But there's something that doesn't quite seem right.
What a pain!
There's been a power cut at the office.
I have to go check the servers aren't damaged.
-In this rain? -Yeah.
Okay.
-Have a nice virtual dinner. -Thank you.
No soup tonight though.
Let's see…
Pizza!
Okay…
Coming!
Oh my God!
-I mean, hey! -Hello.
Hi!
You changed restaurant.
Yes, I work for the pizzeria now.
I see… that you are soggy.
Oh, well. Occupational hazard.
Want to come in, I'll lend you a t-shirt?
No, don't worry. It's stopping.
And I have other deliveries to do, so--
Come on, really, I insist. We need you healthy, you know? Come in.
All right.
May I?
Okay.
Here, you can wear this.
Have you known each other long?
Yes. My whole life.
They're practically family.
In Calabria, I had a group of friends like yours.
I really miss them.
We video chat every now and then, but it's not the same.
Shit, dinner!
I have something very important to do. You can get changed anywhere you want.
Okay.
Okay. Maybe get changed in there. Yes.
Hey!
How are you?
Great.
Oh. I can see that.
Just great.
Oh yeah. This is Tommaso.
Hello. Sorry to interrupt.
Thank you very much, Marta. I'll head off. Bye.
Wait! Wait a second.
Leave it. I will wash it. Pick it up when you bring this one back.
All right. Thanks.
-I'll give you my number, then. -Okay.
Bye.
So?
Who was that?
Tommaso, the delivery man.
To whom you gave my T-shirt?
Yes, but for a good cause!
Jacopo has a crush on him,
and we're trying to figure out which way he swings.
That's why you were flirting with him?
I wasn't flirting with him.
What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm sorry.
It's just hard being apart.
Listen, when are you coming to see me?
You're right. I'm sorry.
It's just that everyone at work has the flu. It's a mess.
I'd like to stay for at least a week.
Got it.
Shall we eat?
Fuck! It's you.
Fuck, it's you.
There was a power cut. I came to check the emergency generator had activated.
Don't worry. We've already restarted it.
You can go back to kissing Mauro's ass.
Can we get this over with?
This what?
This pathetic scene where you act like bitches, and I try to tame you.
I say we can sort it out like adults. What do you say?
Man cave?
Man cave.
After you.
Come on, Silvia! Come on!
Good, keep it up. Come on!
Go on, Silvia! Come on, we can still do it!
Just like that, come on!
-Focus. No! -Yes!
I let you win. Okay?
How generous!
Anyway, you're not bad.
At foosball? Or in general?
Girls, enough.
I know everything.
About Irene, Marinella, Michela…
How do you know?
I know.
I just want to know why.
Because they were cute, I guess.
So much for female solidarity.
You force them to leave just because they're cute?
Wait. It was Mauro who told you this, right?
Yes.
This is a voice message from Irene. She sent it six months ago.
Cri,
I can't take it anymore.
He puts his hands all over me.
When I tell him no,
he gives me the same old spiel about not being committed to my job.
He threatens me.
I'm tired.
I'm sorry, girls. I adore you…
He always uses the same system.
And the same lines.
"In order to be able to think about what the company can do for you…
…you have to think about what you can do for the company."
-Why don't you report him? -We don't have any proof.
His threats are always subtle.
All things that a court would label
as "inappropriate jokes, but criminally not relevant."
Then not only would we lose our jobs, but we'd struggle to find new ones.
I'll give you some advice.
If you're alone with him, always leave the door open.
Men are pigs.
Steer clear of them.
Fine by me. I'm a lesbian.
Lucky you!
Jacopo, I brought you a gift.
Learn to fucking knock!
I brought you a gift.
A used T-shirt?
But it's not just any T-shirt.
Guess who it belongs to?
Soup-aman?
This is the Holy Shroud!
How did you get it?
Yesterday I ordered a pizza, but he showed up.
Apparently, he changed restaurant.
It was pouring, he was wet,
so I lent him a T-shirt, and he left me this one to dry.
But this means that--
That to come and get it back,
he gave me his number.
No way.
You are a genius!
-I know. -Okay.
Now we just need to find out if he's my kind of thing or yours.
Coming!
-Hi. -Hey.
Sorry to stop by without warning, but I had a delivery in this building.
I brought your T-shirt back.
Oh! Good!
I'll go get yours.
-Give it to me. -What are you doing?
-I have to give it back to him. -It's my gift!
He's at the door!
What's that smell?
It's a fabric softener I make
by mixing lavender extract and goji berries.
Definitely gay.
Here, this is your T-shirt.
It's a bit crumpled, but…
Don't worry. Thanks again.
Listen, shall we go out one night?
Maybe he's straight…
Would you like to?
Look,
I'm a bit swamped these days, you know?
I really…
-Don't worry. -Thanks though.
No, sorry. I was pushy.
Tomorrow night?
Okay.
Shall we say eight o'clock?
Eight o'clock? Eight o'clock!
-See you tomorrow, then. -See you tomorrow. Bye.
-Why did you make me accept? -'Cause I'm coming too.
Still nothing from Paris?
He's not online.
It sucks. We didn't speak yesterday either.
-Phone? -Switched off.
He's early.
Fuck, I'm not ready.
Entertain him!
Good evening!
It's you!
If Mohammed won't go to the mountain…
He's the wrong boyfriend.
Hello to you too, Jacopo.
Wrong boyfriend?
Tommaso. The delivery guy.
We're going out with him tonight to find out if he's gay or straight.
Someone here is in love.
Then I'm sorry to have ruined your plans.
Don't you dare.
So would you
mind if we went out with them?
-Jacopo, can you move to the other side? -Yes, sorry.
Do you want to sit here?
-Yes. -Sit.
So, Gabriele, you live in Paris?
Yes, but only recently.
I see.
The Ville Lumière is wonderful.
I would love to live in Paris,
to enjoy the pleasures of life
and lead a life of my choosing.
Yes, it was a bit fast, but I got the gist.
You're very good.
How many languages do you speak?
Five.
If you can use them all like that, that's wonderful!
I'd like to learn French too.
It's just that good courses are very expensive.
But I'm here. Don't worry about the cost.
It's on the house.
Tommaso, ever done karaoke?
Never.
I've only ever sung in the shower so far.
Bravo!
So, guys…
But my mantra is to try everything at least once in life.
So thank you, Marta.
That's a great mantra.
So why not start tonight?
You know what? You're right, my friend.
Allow me. Can I choose the song?
Sure.
-Choose the song you want. -Come here.
I see trouble ahead.
Challenging song. Let's see how our tenor copes.
He's so good!
-Bravo! -Bravo!
Well done!
- Bravo! - So good!
He looks like an angel.
He's so nice.
And he has that Calabrian accent. It's too sweet.
He's 'Nduja Barbie.
Why doesn't the Wi-Fi password work?
Because I changed it.
It's "GabriMarta2021" now.
So? Tommaso?
Is he or isn't he?
Dunno.
But we found out he's an insane tenor.
No, guys, he's not gay.
How do you know?
Easy. Because he likes you.
Me? Are you kidding? He wouldn't even look at someone like me.
Even if he did,
I like you.
Look, I know the effect hot guys have on you.
I know what happens to "hot guys."
Okay.
In any case, I signed you up to an online French course.
It's a gift.
We have about seven hours to spend together.
Do we really want to spend them like this?
Absolutely not. On the contrary, my evening starts now.
I have to go. I'm already late. Bye.
-Hey. -What is it?
Is everything okay?
Sure. Why?
Then give me another half a second.
Come on. I'm sorry, but I'll miss my flight.
Bye.
One…
two…
Come on.
Come on…
Twice. He only turned around twice.
So lets hear it. What does that mean in Marta World?
That something is wrong.
Do you think it's because of the distance?
Maybe.
But I think there's more to it.
Maybe he's jealous of Tommaso.
Even Gabriele wouldn't be jealous of a gay man.
TOMMY SOP ME UP NEW MESSAGE
HI MARTA. WANNA GO OUT?
Potential gay.
Now, you go out with him
and ask him directly.
All right. But don't tell Gabriele, or we'll end up fighting.
You'll see, you'll get a boyfriend, and I'll get dumped.
Fine by me.
Come on, Marta. Come in.
No. You stay out here.
Get dressed.
From the chart, it seems everything has normalized.
Have you had any issues?
So far, I'd say no.
Very funny.
They say laughing makes you live longer.
But not in your case.
In fact, the carelessness you've shown when pulling your stunts
has shortened it.
And by a lot.
So my job now will be to find you a compatible donor.
And yours is to stay alive until we do.
Deal?
-Doctor-- -Close the door on your way out, please.
Yes.
MARTA PELLECCHIA FOLLOW
TOMMASO: BEAUTIFUL!
Okay, I'll try it once, but that's it.
What if they did that to you?
No, come on. You can't do that.
Don't do anything stupid.
Stop.
Maybe it isn't even the right password.
"GabriMarta2021."
CHECK OUT THIS TUTORIAL
WANNA PLAY A GAME? FIVE QUESTIONS EACH
AND YOU CAN'T LIE. WILDCARD IF YOU DON'T WANNA ANSWER.
I'LL ASK THE KEY QUESTION TONIGHT. IN PERSON
I've not laughed like this in ages.
-Are you calling me a clown? -Sure.
And in a world of stuck-up people, it's the best compliment you can get.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I wanted to thank you.
You know, for karaoke the other night and for accepting my invitation.
It's just that
I'm a bit lonely, I think.
Are you kidding? It was a pleasure.
Good thing you're so nice, given how ugly you are.
You too.
Listen, about that question I wanted to ask you…
It's a bit delicate,
so I hope you won't take it too personally.
Shoot.
So…
I was just wondering…
Well, not just me, but all of us, really…
Sorry, can you give me five minutes?
-Sure. -Thank you. I'll be right back.
Hey, monsieur. Already finished work?
No, I wanted to take a break.
Here I am, then. I'm all yours.
I hear some noise. Where are you?
Yes, I'm eating out.
And who are you with?
With Jacopo.
That's not true.
What do you mean? Of course it's true.
All right.
Pass him the phone.
Gabriele, what's going on?
Marta, are you with Tommaso?
Marta, answer me. Are you with Tommaso?
Hold on, I'll explain.
This is just the dinner to find out if Tommaso is interested in Jacopo.
Jacopo, the guy you told me was at the table with you a minute ago?
Sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have lied.
But I swear, there's nothing between me and Tommaso.
This explains why I've been asking you to come to Paris for weeks,
and you've had excuse after excuse?
You aren't the problem. I am.
Because I'm not Tommaso or Arturo,
and it's clear that I'm not enough!
Gabriele, you're more than enough for me.
That's not true! Stop it!
And do you know the worst bit?
You always follow the same pattern.
You find someone out of your league, you stalk him,
and play the questions game until he gives in.
Gabriele, I'm sorry, but
how do you know about the question game?
Gabriele, answer me.
I logged into your profile.
And thank God I did,
or I wouldn't have found out about anything.
There was nothing to find out.
But at this point, it doesn't matter whether you believe me or not.
You've made me feel dirty and bad, when you're the dirty one.
Because not only did you show me that you don't trust me,
but because you made me realize that I can't trust you.
No, Marta, wait. I did it because I care about us.
No.
We both know why you did it.
When I feel insecure,
which I can assure you happens a lot,
I don't calm myself down by going through other people's things.
No, wait, Marta. Let me explain, please.
No, I'm going to hang up now and go finish crying.
Don't try to contact me because I'll have blocked you.
If you want to know something about me, keep reading my account.
It'll be all you have left.
Please, Marta! Please--
It's all my fault.
No, it's my fault.
I shouldn't have trusted him.
Are you sure you don't want to give him a second chance?
People make mistakes.
Of course they make mistakes.
But this problem will never be solved. There'll always be new ghosts.
It's not my problem if he doesn't feel good enough.
By the way,
did you ask Tommaso that question?
Sorry. Okay.
MISSED CALLS: GABRIELE (25) RANG FOR 27 SECONDS
Okay. You can get dressed.
EAT EVERYTHING
GABRIELE CALLING
BLOCK USER
ARE YOU SURE? YES
Come in.
Shut the door.
So,
this
is for you.
What is it?
An invite to the cybersecurity summit this weekend.
Usually, interns are not invited,
but I'd say you've earned it in the field.
Thank you.
I…
Well, I thought…
I'd been assigned a logistics task, like Silvia and Cristina.
You know, I wouldn't like to be among the guests while they are working.
Sweet Federica.
Still trying to have a relationship with those two witches.
Mauro, can you come here for a sec?
That's why I told you to close the door.
Coming.
What is it?
These are the video mapping test results.
I'll take a look later. Thanks.
-Here. -There we go!
Thank you.
-What were we saying? -Nothing. We were done.
Thanks for the invitation. I'll definitely be there.
Good.
You know?
I feel like I'm living in a movie.
Me too. Beauty and The Beast.
I know you're just pretending.
That you're actually growing fond of--
Jacopo!
Hey! Hi. What are you doing here? Aren't you out of your area?
I was taking a walk.
Alone.
Yeah, "alone."
Come on, you can tell me. Who's your new boyfriend?
Is he a politician?
An actor?
A priest?
Officially gay, but secretly straight?
What boyfriend? That's all just marketing.
HEY, HANDSOME. MEET TONIGHT? JUST US TWO…
Yes!
Everything okay?
Then you can put them here. Okay.
Can you cover me for ten minutes?
-Hi. -Ten minutes?
I thought I was fast, but you beat me for sure.
Listen, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a while.
I think I know what it is, you know.
Really?
Yes. No, but maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe.
Jacopo,
I'm going home the day after tomorrow.
I've been here for a couple of months, and Turin can be a very cold city.
I missed my friends, so I pretended not to see what was happening because--
You liked the attention we were giving you.
Fair enough.
Fair enough?
Yeah, fair enough. I might've done the same.
I'm glad you told me.
I hope I didn't cause any issues between Marta and Gabriele.
No…
Don't worry.
Okay.
-Bye. -See you.
Wait a second.
Well, at least now there are no doubts.
Have a good trip.
So? How does he kiss?
Nothing special.
I'm sure if you make him feel sorry for you, you'll get a kiss too.
Hello?
Yes, speaking.
Yes.
Sure.
Thank you.
What's going on?
It was the hospital.
My lungs are coming.
I have to keep my phone at hand because it could ring any time now,
day or night, and we have to be ready to rush there.
-Oh God. -Did they say when they'll call?
It's a matter of days, I think.
I have to pack a bag. I'd like to say goodbye to the others.
This is it.
Everything all right?
Yes. I'm fine.
-Bye. -Bye.
Part of me wants to just unblock that damn number,
call him, and tell him to rush here.
So why don't you?
I'd only be doing it because I'm scared.
It's healthy to be scared.
I'm scared too.
And it's also normal to need a hug.
But I already have you two for that.
You were right.
It was too soon.
What a shitty day, huh?
I'm going to ask work for a lot of sick leave now.
I struck out in the most spectacular way in history,
and I deleted Drool. It's not for me.
I'm gonna lose my job today.
But I'm taking Mauro down with me.
-Hey! -Hey!
-Everything okay? -Yes.
-Cristina? -Over there.
I'm gonna walk around.
MEET ME BY THE ELEVATORS, I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING
There she is!
It's her! A photo, miss!
Beautiful.
Shall we make a toast?
To what?
To our new junior cybersecurity analyst.
Really?
I told you I'd win the bet.
I really like the way you're working. You have the potential to grow.
Thanks, Mauro.
I promise I won't let you down.
I have no doubt.
But to be able to think about what the company can do for you,
first you have to think about what you can do for the company.
-What are you doing? -Kissing you.
What makes you think I want to be kissed?
Now I'm really embarrassed.
I'm sorry. I must've misunderstood.
I'm sorry. Shall we go back inside?
Actually, I don't think you're sorry at all.
Excuse me?
I said you're not sorry at all.
You do this systematically with all your female employees.
And if they turn you down?
You demote them, bully them until they leave.
Those are very serious accusations, you know?
I know.
So maybe before you speak,
you should have proof of what you're saying.
You shouldn't have left me alone in your office.
-These are the video mapping test results. -I'll take a look later. Thanks.
No, Mauro. I need them urgently.
So many interesting things in such a small object, huh?
You think?
NO FILES FOUND
Who do you think you're dealing with, little girl?
Did you really think I wouldn't notice you had spied on my phone?
I even disabled the webcam and microphone,
in case you decided to record this friendly conversation of ours.
You're all the same.
Irene, Michela, Marinella…
You're so wonderfully ambitious.
You want to get to the top, and you think that's free.
You'll never be able
to conquer this world alone.
One of us will always have to decide to give it to you.
Always.
Wait, Mauro.
You played your hand very badly.
I want your resignation on my desk tomorrow morning, sweetie.
-One of us will always have… -Look, he's coming back.
He has no shame.
Wait, Mauro.
You played your hand very badly.
I want your resignation on my desk tomorrow morning, sweetie.
You deactivated my phone, but yours?
When you hacked my phone to delete all the files I stole,
you didn't notice the trojan Cristina installed on your phone
to turn it into a microphone.
The CCTV cameras did the rest.
Syncing audio and video was child's play.
Sorry, girls' play, actually.
Delfina, I--
Yes, you.
You've just made the biggest ass of yourself in history!
You underestimated your employees, Mauro.
Still, you were the one who chose them.
You should have more faith in your decisions.
Delfina,
the game these loons are playing will cost the company millions.
Customers lost forever.
Yes, you're right about that.
We lost at least a million orders today.
But it's so satisfying
to neutralize a pig like you on the global stage.
Money well fucking spent!
Nice one, Delfina!
Which one of you is Silvia?
I am.
I've read your personal file in the staff database.
Law graduate,
a master's in Management Engineering.
If you want it,
this jackass's job is yours.
As for you,
I want your resignation on my desk
tomorrow morning,
sweetie.
-He deserved it. -Incredible!
He did deserve it though.
Fucked over by quad queens again, huh?
Excuse me.
Still nothing from the hospital?
Guys! Victory!
Beer?
Wait, I'll help you.
No, I'll do it, thanks.
Do you know Giacomo?
Gollum to his friends.
He got into a relationship recently, you know?
With her.
Yes. And this is my mistress.
Can you turn off the music, please? Music!
When we wonder what the point of living is if
everything always ends,
the only answer that comes to mind is that we probably want
to leave a trace behind.
And inspiration,
which is the only thing that makes us feel alive.
Marta, you are my biggest inspiration.
You're always smiling.
You're stubborn, and you don't give a damn about what others think of you.
I envy you for that.
So tonight, in honor of Marta, a new Rebecca is born.
Yes, it's true. I have a boyfriend.
You must be wondering who my boyfriend is, right?
My boyfriend is someone who's nothing like me.
Who doesn't know to dress properly.
Who's extremely clumsy and will likely be bald by 30.
But I wouldn't change him for the world.
I love you, Giacomo.
HOSPITAL
This is it.
This new hospital's cool. How come they're operating here?
The Shit works here.
Do you need anything?
Yes, a pair of new lungs,
but they told me they're coming.
About Gabriele…
Call him.
Whose side are you guys on?
Yours. Always.
Yes, he made a mistake. That's true.
But anyone who has to contend with a ghost
can get a bit insecure, right?
Okay.
Let's make a deal.
If I survive the surgery, I'll think about it.
If I die, I'd say the problem's solved. Right?
Come on.
Enough joking around.
You're right.
There's nothing to laugh about.
The truth is I'm shitting myself.
I've always seen the glass half-full.
And every time I got a dose of reality,
I'd push it back with a good laugh.
But I can't pretend anymore.
I'm scared.
Everything's going to be okay.
No.
We don't know if everything's gonna be okay.
Please, I beg you, I need to deal with reality right now.
How?
By screaming if I need to.
At my parents who gave me this damn disease
and then went and crashed the car
and left me all alone.
Screaming, "Why me?"
"Why not someone else?"
I can't fucking take this anymore.
I'm tired of fighting.
Marta?
Hi.
Hello, Doctor.
Tomorrow's a big day.
The lungs you will receive in the transplant are in top condition.
And the chances of rejection are really low.
We'll start tomorrow at 8:30, okay?
Thank you, Doctor.
Only I can say everything's gonna be okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Are you back on Drool?
Me? No.
That's where I left it. See you tomorrow.
Nothing to do with me, I swear.
HOSPITAL
Hi. Yes, listen. Tomorrow morning at 8:30. It's confirmed.
Okay, bye. See you tomorrow.
What are you doing?
Listen, this is the first time I've gone against Marta's wishes.
Fair enough, right?
-Another general strike. -Unbelievable, it's always the same!
-Hello, Philippe? -We'll rent a car.
Attention, please.
Due to a general strike,
all flights from Paris Charles de Gaulle have been canceled.
For more information or to rearrange your flight…
It's Gabriele.
Fuck. Air traffic strike.
He's gonna try to rent a car.
-Thank you, madam. Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Good evening.
I'm sorry. We have no more cars available.
Try to find a solution, please.
I'm sorry, sir.
Sir, wait!
I've found a car.
Thank you.
Okay.
He did it! He's on his way.
The GPS says seven hours and 45 minutes.
-He'll make it just in time. -Let's hope so.
No!
Fuck!
Hey.
How are you feeling?
I can't wait.
Free message. The number you are calling is unavail--
TURIN
Come on.
What's up with you two?
-Nothing. -Nothing.
Guys, could you move, please?
-Yes. -Yes.
Lie down, please.
-Yes. -Come on.
-Bye. -Excuse me.
Where the hell is Gabriele?
Oh shit.
What? Another hospital?
OPERATING THEATER
Subtitle translation by: Jaclyn McLoughlin